The time will come
When my feathers will fall,
I am scared for this day
When i stand and can no longer see,
It haunts me as i grow
For each day i’m awake i count my feathers
- One by one -
And i’m bullied for my worry,
I’m bullied for my concern -
That one day,
I’ll wake to find
A featherless body
When i will no longer be a bird.
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Very imaginative, I love the metaphors. Really liked the 'bullied', it fitted well, clever. I've looked at a few of your poems, and sadness seems to be an underlying theme: I'm the same! Ha. I only realised it recently, and promptly wrote one to differ. So much in life is sad, but it's great to express it in poetic poetry or prose. Take care. Bye.
ReplyDeleteAn inspiration
ReplyDelete‘Luck’ in another direction
And walk the ‘write’ path.
Pluck yourself ’2’ perfection
‘Hand’ have the last laugh.
Here’s a verse I wrote, inspired by two of your poems. It is rhymed at either end. There is an ‘obvious’ hidden connotation if you ‘sentence’ (ha, couldn’t help myself) the words between the apostrophes. Writing is an outlet, and what better way to express yourself. Enjoy the festivities of the season, and may the New Year prove fruitful in all its sweetness. Take care. Bye.
p.s It's yours to keep.